Chapter 1

Nicosby Route, the Kingdom of Wuthia, 1126

Mabel Laenas (Rila Faerson)

Colorful leaves descended in front of us as we rode down the narrow, dirt road. The warm colors of fall had taken hold over the flora on both sides of us, showing that the seasonal change of nature has finally arrived. Our horses’ hooves crushed the fallen leaves as they continued down the road. I decided not to take Willow this time. He needed his rest. So, I took one of the other horses in my family stable, Iliad, a brown mare, and just as loyal as Willow. I gave him a pat on his neck as he continued to stroll along next to the horse that Peter rode on.

Peter was one of the Phasionites who worked and lived in my family’s manor. He wore a tan tunic, belted at the waist, and brown leather boots. His dark-brown hair fell to his shoulders. And he had a lean, athletic build. Not something to drool over, but something to give a quick glimpse at the corner of the eye.

My siblings didn’t want me to go alone on my journey, so they had Peter accompany me. Richard and Solomon had good faith in his fighting abilities to keep their sister safe, while Bridget had good faith in his fucking abilities to satisfy her sister’s needs. The latter I didn’t care too much for, but I wouldn’t lie that it was an interesting bonus. But, surprisingly, my sexual hunger and urges have been dormant for the past couple of weeks. Probably because I was greatly satisfied by Solomon during the festival of the Crimson Moon, I didn’t need to fuck for a while.

Thinking about that night still makes my pussy wet and causes my body to shudder. Although it has been a good couple of weeks since the festival, I still could feel Solomon’s dick pounding my pussy and filling me up with his cum nonstop. We were like beasts in heat. Craving only one another. Fucking nonstop. We couldn’t stop ourselves if we wanted. We just wanted to fuck each other forever that night. While I felt so much pleasure and euphoria, I also harbored another feeling.

Fear.

Like I said, we couldn’t stop if we wanted to. The darkness that lingers in us had taken full control that night, and we were slaves to all those dark cravings and urges that we try so desperately to keep at bay. But the most frightening and unnatural thing about that night was what our bodies did. They formed, they shaped, they expanded, and went beyond normal human capabilities. Solomon cum was never-ending. Like a waterfall of semen just pouring out of his dick. And I was no exception. My body consumed all of his endless cum inside me, never once letting a drop of his cum seep out. My stomach was like a pregnant woman, only that instead of a baby, it was filled with my brother’s cum. And it kept taking it non-stop. I was sure enough that I was going to explode.

We only managed to stop our unnatural fucking when the sun finally replaced the crimson moon in the sky. Suddenly, we were back in control of our bodies. But still, we were filled with fear and panic. It wasn’t till we got back to the manor that we learned that Richard and Bridget also experienced the same thing. Solomon claimed that the crimson moon caused us to lose control and that it affected our Lustillean heritage. We still don’t know the full extent of our Lustillean heritage, but we do know that it’s something that we need to keep under control.

Luckily, the townsfolk’s memories were quite hazy, so they didn’t recall our unnatural behavior and actions. They just brushed it off as if they were having another good time at the festival. My family decided to keep up appearances to make it appear that nothing was out of the ordinary. We took a vote, and we all agreed upon it. It was also decided that Solomon should put our ... relationship on pause for the time being. I fear that if we go back to our ways, we wouldn’t be able to stop ourselves.

I just hope that we will be able to restart our relationship. This time. In full control.

“How far until we reach Lord Calder’s estate, my lady?” Peter asked as he continued to look around us. He really takes his bodyguard role quite seriously.

“We should reach the estate in less than an hour from now,” I answered, “not enjoying this nice ride, Peter?”

“No, it’s not that,” he said. “It’s just that these roads can be quite dangerous at times.”

“Well,” I started. “It’s a good thing I brought my bow and arrows, and a good swordsman with me.”

“Do you really think I’m good?”

“Richard praises your sword skills, along with your fighting capabilities. He wouldn’t send you with me if he didn’t think so.”

Peter smiled. “I appreciate my lord for his compliment. And I will do whatever it takes to keep you safe, my lady.”

“I know you will, Peter,” I said. I never doubt my brother’s judgement when it comes to people, especially when it comes to the safety of his family. After all, it was he who found the Phasionites in the first place. A group of unwanted individuals, cast out by nearly all society, for their deviancy. But what person isn’t without a few deviants in their life.

“Peter.”

“Yes, my lady.”

“I hope you don’t mind if I ask what caused you to be labelled as a Phasionite?”

He remained silent for a while, not returning his face towards me, but only looked straight down the dirt road. Did I go too far? I must’ve touched on a painful topic for him. “It’s okay,” I quickly said. “You don’t have to tell me.”

“No,” he said. “You have the right to know, my lady.”

He sighed before speaking once again. “I have ... these urges. Unnatural urges. I love drinking ... milk.”

“What?” I said. “What’s so wrong about drinking milk? I like drinking milk.”

A weak smile crept upon his face. “No, my lady. Not regular milk. I love drinking ... breast milk.”